LETTERS FROM A 

                                                                                

           WITH MY HEAD PROPPED AGAINST A PILLOW

            I WATCH THOUGHTS FLOAT BY

            ONE OF YOU CREPT INTO MY CONSCIOUSNESS

             AND MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT

              THE DOCTORS CALL IT AFIB  BUT NO

             IT IS REALLY FUTURE MEMORIES FROM A 

              PARELLEL UNIVERSE

              ONE WHERE I WAS NOT A COWARD

               WHEN YOU NEEDED ME

               ONE WHERE I WASN'T AFRAID TO TELL YOU

               WHAT YOUR LOVE MEANT TO ME

               ONE THAT DIDN'T END IN GOODBYE.